The Faded Frontier

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What is the sound of a wall forgetting its own shape? Chapter One It was not the breathing that woke me, but the smell of wet chalk and old copper. I opened my eyes to find the stone of the dormitory ceiling softening, the mortar between the blocks turning to grey powder that drifted down like snow. I am Litsa Samaras, twelve years old, and I am the night archivist for the Kypriot Interior...

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